Thy furry ****** fur that do not glow,
It show not social status,  worth or wealth,
Upon thy lovely face thy make it grow,
Yet flatter thee it does not, bring no health.
What is the purpose of thy fuzziness?
Dost thou wish to appear more masculine?
Dost burgeoning of dark bring happiness?
Thou wishest to appear more than thy kin?
But while my dislike for thy beard is true,
Thou art a lady lovely, sweet and fair,
And while she love your eyes of green and blue,
She loveth all thine scruffy ****** hair.
So while I feel thy lookest like a ***,
She still believe you shineth like the sun.

Why dost thou sigh and gaze so far away?
Why don’t thee look up to the sun so bright?
Thou eyes doth fill with sorrow, bleak and gray,
Thy see not brightest day but darkest night.
Thy mind creeps o’er the worthless toils here,
Thy heart yearns hard to spread thy eager wings,
Thy shalnt be long in this place, do not fear,
Much glory, love and laughter future brings.
While now thou sigh and sadly contemplate,
And future’s freedom seem eons apart,
Remember Glory comes at later date,
And Future always whispers in your heart.
Though thou may feel these words bring no relief,
In Time’s eye, feelings now are only brief.

Dost thou not tread so gently in the night?
Unto thy face thy fear do not display,
Upon thy brow dost thou not show delight?
Yet who can say tis so, O who can say!
Thy lips tell tales of sweetest love and worth,
And night creep slow to make a pallid face,
It shows such woes and sorrows, death and birth,
Mortality directs it to the place.
Thou often wonder if thine face show young,
If time did not etch lines upon thy skin,
The words of thee would live not on thy tongue,
No rhymes or tales would ere end or begin.
Without the fears and years displayed to thine,
How dost thou face display the pass of time?